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I'm pretty glad its Friday, I need the weekend to rest. The 70 mile commute to work, and then the 70 miles back home take their toll, especially after the 8-10 hour workday.   Between housework, and loud family members, its easy to get distracted and not find time to write, or to finish reading the 100 books or so for research purposes.  Its sort of a non-stop life, and time is going by so much faster than it used to.  I'm entering my mid-30s soon, and its tough for focus my mind for writing, when I'm tired from the manual labor I do during the day.  I eat candy and listen to music and audiobooks during commutes to stay awake and alert, because otherwise I'm cussing out drivers who drive to slow when there's no accidents or anything wrong on the freeways, and I try to fight off fatigue.  I am trying to take advantage of feeling like myself once again.  I've been getting very agitated and annoyed, and have had too many things blow up at work and at home for me to settle my mind and focus on writing.

Recently, however, I been trying to push myself more mentally, and I've been learning not to panic when I stall at some point in a story.  I take my time, think about it for a while, and then come back to it.  I've got 6 projects, but some of those are on hold till I can figure out how to get all my ideas in a good structure.  You think of one thing, and then another, but they're so far apart in terms of chronology, you have to develop the first idea before you can make it to the second, and that takes time.  Still its nice to have ideas and projects to do.  Makes you feel like you're actually do something of value.  And that's a good feeling.